Chalen clawed his way out of the armour after just remembering that his claws can cut through metal even if it was hot. Chalen saw that someone came to help them! However Chalen still needs to find a medi-kit so he shouted to the rescuer that he should stay with Talvox while he finds a medi-kit! "Chalen will be back promise!" Chalen then grabbed the lightning blade from Talvox and made a quick stop to the cooler room. "Now if Chalen remembers right, theres one box that cool down anything quickly faster then you say television." Chalen spotted one of the boxs that was extremly cold but it was up very high. "Ah that no problem! Good thing I fly!" Chalen flew towards the tower of cooler boxes, dunked his lid helmet into it and soon enough it was cool enough to hold again. "Since there are no bad guy lurking round here, it should be safe enough to find medi-room. But then again, you can never be sure." Chalen attached his lid helmet on his left arm which now became a shield and flew fast as he can to find the medi-room before Talvox dies (possibly not sure).

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Subject: Re: Nerrone's Rangers IC [Thread 1] Sun Sep 18, 2011 6:23 pm

This guy wasn't going to go down easily, so Kaaran decided to switch his targetter into visual-optics mode, as the flames were too much of a distraction, even with the advanced filtration software he had built in. He had already reloaded his dispersion missile from the ammo canister he carried on his back, and it held about 15 dispersion missiles, so that would be fine.

He decided it would be a good time to use his newest missile type, his Anti-shield missile, the only one he had. Oh well. He pulled the trigger and hoped that all would go to plan, the missile should deploy a central spine which will burst through the shield whilst attached to the missile. the energy surge from the shield would go up the central spine cause an electrical surge signal, which will cause heat ing elements to start chemical reactions that will launch a series of flechette bullets in concentric circles around the central spine, diverting the shields energy away from the payload, whic should go through the point of weakness uncontested, delivering it's payload straight into the enemy. Thats what should happen, and he hoped against hopes it would work, as he rolled behind a crate, incase something went a bit... wrong.

Chalen clawed his way out of the armour after just remembering that his claws can cut through metal even if it was hot. Chalen saw that someone came to help them! However Chalen still needs to find a medi-kit so he shouted to the rescuer that he should stay with Talvox while he finds a medi-kit! "Chalen will be back promise!"

Although it was strange taking orders from a pixie, Celdryc agreed to stay with the wounded ranger, as he would be much more capeable in battle than the mop wielding pxie if the soldiers came to.

The specialised missile hit its mark: the armour on the shock trooper squad-leader's upper body was strong enough to prevent him from being killed outright, but the metal plates cracked dangerously from the impact and he was thrown onto his back. It was fortunate that the amount of tech packed into that single rocket made it slightly less powerful than a standard round — it simply wouldn't fit in a standard launcher otherwise. ((Excuse me for taking that liberty, it has to be balanced somehow. ))

After a moment out of sight, on his back behind the crates that shielded him, he reached up and grabbed the edge of one of the boxes, pulling himself slowly back to his feet to attack again. His misshapen chest-plate was crushing him slightly, restricting his breathing, but the missile had been designed to slip past his shields, which it had done, rather than take them down. The flames continued not to have an effect on him.

Chalen flew down a dimly-lit corridor, a long line of cabins passing by on either side of him, and spied the medi-room door ahead, in the middle of a T-junction in the corridor — it was ajar, and a promising-looking cabinet hung from the wall inside. There would be bandages and pain-killers in there, at least.At that moment, he heard a pair of boots approaching from the left: a guard, clearly not one of the shock-troopers from earlier, was walking slowly towards the T in the corridor. In a few moments he would pass by the open door and have a clear view down the corridor Chalen was flying through, but for now neither one of them could see the other, and the guard had not yet heard Chalen.

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Crank's visor and mouth piece clamped down around his face. He sprinted towards the flaming trooper and extended one of his wrist blades, drew his arm back, and readied to stab the trooper in the chest.

Celdryc, not wanting to take chances, went over to the knocked out guards and slit their throats with his energy daggers. Then he returned to watching over his wounded ally, hoping the strange Pixie would return in time

Crank's timing was excellent: The squad leader barely had time to raise his weapon before the Cybertronian was upon him amidst the burning crates. Yet raise it he did, in a desperate attempt to block or deflect the blade traveling towards him.

Chalen quickly panicked about his situation. "What am I gon-a do?! Chalen thought. If I stay here and let the guard pass, it might be too late to save Talvox! Then again if I go out, then guard might shoot me if I make my way towards Talvox!" Chalen remained where he was and clutched his necklace very tightly as if he were expecting some kind of answer from it. He tried to be quite as possible but it's not easy for him when he's too panicked. What is he gonna do?

Zalgon overheard the small creature, "Your small! Get to Talvox by sneaking through a vent or something! Actually, here, I think I have a spare of these..." Zalgon pulled out a small back-up stealth field and tossed it to the pixie. "Push the colorful button!" He said in a way so a creature with the attitude of a 5 year old could understand.

Crank pinned the shock-trooper to the ground with his foot and pointed a machine gun at the trooper's face. Crank stared down at the trooper, his bright blue eyes glowing intensely. "Your time's up. Any last words, punk?"

With the squad leader dead, a momentary silence descended on the docking bay, broken only by the sound of the fire dying down as it burned up the last of the oil.

After sweeping the room for further threats, Kwa stood up from behind her cover and surveyed her allies: Dagon stumbled and clutched his side as he stood — her questioning glance was met by a politely raised hand: I'm fine.

"I recognise some of you," she addressed the new arrivals, "My name is Kwa: I don't believe we have met face-to-face before. Let us reconvene in the mess hall as we originally planned — we shall need to decide on our next move, and doubtless the enemy will be dispatching reinforcements as we speak. Move out."

Less than a minute later everyone who had been in the thoroughly scorched docking bay had left it behind and gathered round a table in the mess hall — a large room with an empty cafeteria at one end and chairs strewn haphazardly all around it. Dagon wedged one of the tables against the double-doors to temporarily ensure that they would not be disturbed.

"All recruits," Kwa began, "state your names and tune your comm devices to channel thirty-five seventy-one, this is the standard frequency for all field operations."

"Nice shot" said Naboo9 as he walked into the room. His volt sword in his right head was covered in blood. "Ran into some stealth troopers, you'd think they'ed expect me to have vision filters on my robotic eye, and that they'ed have tougher armor, my tail barbs killed all but one and that's because he dodged." Nboo9 said as he seathed his sword "that son of a grox put up a fight I'll give him that much." he held up a pair of what looked like arm gaurds "I swiped these energy blades off of one of them, can I use them? I need something to replace my glove claws."

Celdryc stood silenty stealthed near the unconcious form of Talvox. He had managed to get most of the oil off his suit, but he had drained enough energy that if you looked closely where Celdryc was standing you could faintly see the outline of a humanoid. He stopped hearing the sound of battle, so he sent a messege through his com hoping he had the right channel (Channel35-71):"One of your new recruits is unconsious and severely injured, we are in a hall just a few meters away from the mess hall"

Dagon, standing on Kwa's right, turned to Naboo, still gripping his side with one hand and leaning slightly on a chair for support, "Sure, just don't bandy them about or they'll all want a pair."

Kwa, and everyone else tuned into channel 35-71, heard Celdryc's message over the comms."Identify yourself, soldier, this is not a secure channel!" Note to self: make this a secure channel.At the same time, she pointed at Naboo and Dagon, then signed at them: Go.

Dagon turned back to the door and set about awkwardly moving the table away from the door once more. He finally got it open, and set off cautiously towards the hallway Celdryc had mentioned.

Crank stepped forward, looming over Kwa. Determining by his voice, he was fairly young. His facial platting shifted to match his emotions as he spoke, His voice had a buzzing undertone and was scratchy, sounding like a comm device. "My name is Crank. I came here to seek refuge. I'd like to aid you on your current endeavor, if that would be alright?"

Crycell continued down the hall, approaching a T section. He heard footsteps coming down the middle, but dismissed them. It was probably Talvox. He looked at the other side, and found a medical supply room. When he crossed the middle, a blaster shot went over his head.

Bewildered, he looked over, and saw it was a Guard. "You don't want to mess with me." And he charged at the guard, aiming for his heart. If he missed, he would try to claw him with his Power claw.

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"Chalen sees the medi-kit in a glass case. This would require breaking it by using a mallet but..."Who needs mallet when you have sharp claws to do this?" Chalen scraped the glass case by doing a circle, took the glass out carefully, placed it down gently and grabbed the kit from the case. "Great! Talvox not too far as he's in the same area. Better give him this quick!" Chalen flew as fast as he could back the way he came."

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Celdryc blatently ignored Kwa's request for him to identify himself and instead simply said "Then secure it" then turned off his comm. He then became aware of Dagon coming around the corner and slunk back into the nearest corner in the room. There he began deciding whether he was an enemy or not.

((Celdryc is still stealthed))

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I gathered in the mess hall to meet the new recruits. I remembered when I was new...hmm... As I walked I noticed all the scorched walls and broken panels. I was gonna need more supplies than I thought. I was hoping someone of our new recruits would have engineering experience, Otherwise my plans would be delayed for days fixing this ship. My shield designs came to mind:

((Shar: Tala just introduced his new character in the same area that you are in. Bit of a mess, but hopefully we can simply infer that you went right past the guard and Tala's new character, and that his post occurred chronologically after yours.))

Kwa regarded the tall Cybertronian, "Your aid in the docking bay was much obliged, Crank. Someone with your abilities would not go amiss. Welcome to Nerrone's Rangers." She made to reach out a hand to shake, but thought better of it, not wanting to risk a close encounter with the five-fingered robotic implements that passed for his hands. She settled for a polite nod instead.Celdryc's reply came through on the comm. She frowned."Dagon, Naboo," she spoke into the comms, "pull back and barricade the door again — the enemy could well be trying to lead us into a trap."

Down the corridor, Dagon turned around and began heading back to the mess hall.